A/N My apologies, this last...week and a half I've been suffering under the cold from hell. So a lot of the time I should have been writing I spent in bed sleeping/ just trying to feel like horrible. Coupled with completely discarding and writing the Red Ribbon segment to this story in a moment of clarity and I'm afraid things spiraled away from me. Originally this was meant to be longer, showcasing a bunch of DB character camoes but I'm not getting those scenes done this week. So my apologies if this update seems a little lack luster.
"It's funny to imagine there was ever a time my life didn't revolve around space aliens, super-powered martial artists and monsters of all stripes. But even before that there was being the world's smartest teen genius and just all around gorgeous babe so I guess I never did "normal". Ever since I was a child I remember wanting to go and have adventures. Heh, actually what I really wanted was my prince. How little I knew. But having adventures did seem the best way to go about meeting someone like him…" Bulma Brief, excerpted from an interview in Playdragon.
Trembling with both apprehension and anticipation, Miku Yuuki slid back across the top of the student's desk. Round, bubble-shaped butt squeaking as she slid against the cold, hard wood. Her skirt crumpling, pushed up against her waist from where it pushed against the desk's edge. Knowing the first wet patches of her arousal would already be visible on her pink panties. That thought alone causing the dark patches to deepen as the fabric clung against her pressing sex.
Showing off her navel as she bunched the bottom of her school uniform up, fingers kneading it between them. Hesitating as she started to lift it up over her curvy body or perhaps only drawing out the moment.
"You may begin." A concise, beguiling voice whispered softly in her ear.
Miku wordlessly nodding, her eyes dagger-like slits allowing the soft-spoken words to caress across her mind. Finding she wanted to listen, to obey. So much more accepting, more attentive than her parents grating, scolding tones. Its owner never going to yell at her or demand she wear a longer skirt to school. More than that she sensed the authority, the unshakable confidence, behind each elegantly spoken syllable that tickled across her ear. Never doubting the path forward lay with the speaker as she lifted her shirt up past her short, orange hair. A few strands falling down over her eyes as she tossed the shirt aside.
Lowering her hands to cradle the sides of her bright, pink bra. Deliberately undersized despite her mother's best efforts. A pink band nearly the same shade encircling around where the stiff fabric dug into the creamy, white flesh bulging, rising over it desperate to be free. Finger tips lightly poking the underside of her escaping globes. Softly rising the expanding mass even more before allowing it to fall back into her bra with a jiggle.
Getting into a building rhythm in her head, Miku took her hands away as she reached behind her back. Expertly popping free each of the frilly, pink bra's hooks much to the relief of her smooshed boobs. Making an almost cartoon like sound effect as each compressed, pink globe sprung forward. Only Miku's waiting hands keeping the pink scrap of fabric from falling off completely. Holding them against her tits bubbling out from all sides of the now flattened cups. Slowly letting it slide away. Round, bouncy boob spilling over the top as it was pulled down beneath her colossal tits. Maybe not the largest in the student's body, let alone the school proper, but Miku had never heard any complaints from the boys in class. As well as a few of the girls, that thought alone increasingly the reddish hue of her blush. Knowing how horrified her mother would have been to know how much Miku enjoyed getting those looks from girls as well as boys.
Hearing whispered gasps as a darker shade of pink appeared from behind her sliding bra. Their eyes drawn to the two protruding bumps tented through the fabric catching on the edge causing first one then the other to flick outward as she exposed her naked breasts in all their glory. Bra fallen forgotten as she cupped the underside of each heavy boob. Lifting them slightly, tit-flesh bulging outward from the sides of her palms, as she twisted and tugged on her hardened points.
"Excellent, Child." The melodious voice spoke again causing Miku to moan softly in excitement.
Not that the physical stimulation she was doing didn't help with that. Blushing, she squeezed her eyes tighter as she pulled on the two pointy eraser tips rolling them around between her fingertips. Lightly depressing them or poking them back inside the creamy, surrounding boob only to have them pop back out again. Encouraged by the voice's words she scooped lifting one jiggily tit towards her mouth replacing her tracing fingertip with her tongue. A soft moan escaping slightly muffled by the seeping, white flesh which filled around her clamping lips as she gave the sensitive little bud the tongue bathing of a lifetime.
Leaning slightly back, her elbows scraping against the cold surface of her desk, as she slowly sucked more boob into her mouth. Sliding fingers molding, pressing it against her smirking, red lips struggling to contain the filling mass. Her tongue lashing out, tickling her areola in ever wider circles in what had become her favorite pastime at night, when she was supposed to be asleep. The two fat sugarplums on her chest even replacing the worn, frayed Mr Snookum's teddy bear of her childhood as her favorite sleep aids. Exhausting herself each night playing with the ponderous torpedoes imagining the tender kisses she felt were different boys or girls from her classes.
The knee of her leg rising off of the desk, bending away, proudly showing off the previous wet spots soaking through her panties had become a flood. The sticky, nearly now translucent material clinging like a second skin and sinking between the folds of her swollen, aching lips. Molding itself against the tiny bump nestled when so that when she moved the friction sent exploding pink bubbles of pleasure shooting through her brain. Fueling the building inferno she felt between her sopping legs.
Without waiting to be told Miku let go of one globe tearing at her panties and peeling them down her legs. A small kick sending them flying away much to the happy shouts and arguments as the spectators fought for them. The knowledge of all their eyes on her body, on her most sacred spot of womanhood, only exciting the orange-haired girl more. Stabbing her fingers inside steaming sex in a frantic, almost animalistic fashion.
"Perfect, Ms. Yuuki. Just perfect. I knew you were the right choice for this." The voice heaped praised on her which only caused Miku's hand to thrust faster.
Whimpering in lust and "shame" as she felt more sweet nectar drip down her slick thighs pressed apart by her fanning hand. Knowing her mother would have died from embarrassment then and there of the spectacle Miku was making of herself. Already hearing her father's stern, condemning voice cursing that she was shaming her ancestors for a thousand generations. That her entire defilement of herself was being watched, every contour of her sexy body memorized, by her fellow classmates. These thoughts alone nearly enough to take her over the edge, only the nagging fears of failing that voice stemming the hot fires she felt within her.
"But still no reaction, perhaps more stimulation? Ms. Niki, if you would assist?" The voice inquired, Miku stifling a moan at the implication.
"M-me?" Toshimi Niki asked bashfully, butterflies tingling in her stomach as she stepped forward.
Trepidation but also excitement in her voice as she blushed, looking from the speaker to the buxom Orangette prostrating herself on the school desk. Her eyes lighting onto the large pair of breasts she'd always been sneaking peeks at during class. Any reluctance vanishing from the blue-black haired girl as they filled her vision. Spreading her hands to catch the wayward boob as it fell from Miku's mouth, wobbling like jello against the other girl's palm as she squished the pair together causing them to rise and overflow from her small hands.
Her breath coming in short, hot pants Miku lustfully opened her eyes as she gazed down at the cute, normally shy little girl. The Orangette's own face tinged a rosy shade at another taboo crossed. Feeling another woman's hands pinch and mold her prized melons. Tit-flesh bursting through between Toshimi's small fingers as she hefted and rolled the two large globes around getting a feel for them.
Unable not to compare them to the others she'd fantasied about but had never dreamed she'd be able to touch. Finding them not as soft as she imagined the busty head nurse's must be, smiling as she pictured Shizuka's two giant melons bouncing along inside her tight, white blouse, nor quite as perky as the bossy Pinkette's Saya's appeared to be. Rather somewhere perfectly in the middle offering no resistance to her molding hands as she compressed and reshaped the buoyant orbs only to immediately snap back into shape each time she let go of them.
Looking up with surprise and delight as the other woman pulled her up into her lap. Toshimi's skirt rising up, her panties darkening as she grinded against Miku's wet, willing sex. The other woman's tongue slipping past the startled but not unwilling blue-black-haired girl's lips curling around each other's. Buttons scattering as the Orangette's fingers found the front of Toshimi's uniform tearing it open. Bra clad breasts expanding outward pressing against Miku's bare ones.
Shivers of ecstasy running up through the Orangette's body as the kiss ended. A strand of twinkling saliva extending from the two girls' lips as she partly turned her head towards the watching male audience. Their fevered whispers as they eyed the two of them together turning her on even more.
"T-That's enough, isn't it?" A second male voice interrupted.
This one younger, more obviously nervous lacking the cultured sophistication of the previous. Yet there was a sharpened edge hidden just beneath the surface waiting to bubble out like molten magma despite the seeming deference. As much a challenge as a question.
Miku feeling a momentary flush of anger for him even question the authority of the former and all its wisdom. Toshimi letting out a small squeak as she squeezed the girl's curvy body too hard only relenting as the soft-spoken whisper of a voice chuckle. A sound crude and low-class becoming elegant when spoken by him, she thought. The Orangette squeezing her already well sticky thighs as she felt another flush of heat creep between them.
"What's wrong? Do you not find Miku attractive? Toshimi?" The former voice asked smooth as silk.
A hazy warmth to the words, almost playful. As if the answer had already been on his lips all this time merely waiting for the question to be asked .
"W-What? N-no of course n-I mean do find them…that is, well-"The second voice suddenly babbled caught off guard.
Returning in a rush of teenage hormones and embarrassment to the hopeless, dorky sounding Otaku the Orangette remembered. Still holding Toshimi against her, the other woman's lips tickling her neck, she lazily turned her eyes at the dumpy looking boy with lanky, black hair and glasses. Face a darkened shade nearly matching a peach blossom's. Near him, hovering uncertainly in his shadow, was Toshimi's brown-haired gal-pal Misuzu. The deep set scowl etched on her jealous face lending veracity to every rumor and gossip swirling around the close-knit pair.
Seemingly lost to be without her companion for a change she stood close, but not quite with, the pudgy boy who had saved her and Toshimi's lives. Glaring at Miku's much larger chest and the attention the blue-black haired girl was paying to them. The latter reminding the Orangette of her presence by the tingling jolts of pink-bubbled pleasure coming out of her tits. The girls small, dexterous fingers circling around each bright pink nipple tugging on them. Causing Miku to give a small, whimpered moan as she rotated her gaze around towards Mr. Shido.
Who, like Kohta and Misuzu, stood apart from the others in the corner carefully watching. Nothing seeming to escape those intelligent eyes peering past the lenses of his black, half-framed glasses. His pinstripe suit and tie, impeccably clean and unhampered despite their travails they'd all endured, adding to his quiet authority. Thin, but not gaunt, his was a slender frame somewhere between boyish good looks and androgynous beauty.
"Of course you find the two of them attractive. How couldn't you? Such innocence and joy untrampled by our materialistic, indifferent world. The purity of youth, of kinship and love untroubled by others expectations." Kochi Shido said with a sibilant smile.
Allowing a moment, all eyes once more on him, to relish Kohta's discomfort. Seeing the latter's round, cherubic face blush beneath his unkempt hair falling haphazardly over it. The young boy's challenge to his authority quelled for the time being.
He then turned stepping in front of the two students who stood struggling with a third between them at the head of the classroom. Scrape marks running beneath their feet where they'd shoved pushing the teacher's desk to in front of the classroom door blockading it. Every so often a weighted body would press against the door, the handle depress up and down almost aimlessly, and the door would creep inward a couple of inches to smack against the desk startling everyone. Setting of an anxious cycle of panicked whispers and fear dripped false-bravado until the pressing body would lose interest stumbling along down the hall in search for its next meal.
The effects of the barricade largely the effort of the heftier of the two students with a two-toned head of brown hair bleached a bright blonde. Brawny sinew rippling beneath his blood splattered school jacket and clothes. Tsunoda was a braggart and bully with a peasant's crude, rough humor delighting in using his greater height and rawboned strength against his peers. Though he'd panicked when the dead had first started to come back to life, under Shido's guidance he'd become the most unflappable of his little troupe.
In total contrast to the male student beside him. The reserved and thoughtful Yamada quite were Tsunoda was loud with a slender, more svelte body to the other's more burly physique. Preferring to spend his time doodling drawings he took great pride in showing to his classmates rather than peeking up girl's skirts or picking fights.
Smooth, boyish face creased with worry and stress as he encircled his arms around the torn and disheveled chest of another student pinning the latter's arms against his side. Tsunoda standing behind him holding the violently thrashing figure's head and shoulder's in place in a wrestling hold.
An otherwise forgettable delinquent by the name of Kotari. Blood-matted hair bleached to within of its life falling loosely from beneath the red, white and blue bandana tied around his forehead in flagrant violation of the academy's policies. As were the slivers of steel-gray and gold metal pierced through his puckered, blood-drained lips. The sleeve of the American bomber jacket rolled up over his arm exposing the bloody, gangrenous claw and scratch marks from which the contagion had initially spread.
"Even I, dear children, am nearly moved to tears by their beautiful innocence and joy on display." Shido's words extremely soft-spoken and subdued but with a force of conviction that was almost unescapable in its gravity. "The abandonment of the petty restraints and inhibitions imposed by the stifling jealousies of older, more sinful men. Replaced with a purity of essence I hope each of us have the courage to replicate."
Miku blushing at her handsome teacher's praise and importance he bestowed her. Previous trickle turning into a flood as she squeezed her thighs against her blistering sex. Toshimi, seemingly not listening, squirming against her. Still juggling the Orangette's heavy, white breasts around in her hands. A look of supreme concertation on the blue-black girl's face.
" But I don't want you to be deceived, my children. Though as your humble teacher I swear I shall protect and see to your well-being with the very last of my strength alas it may not be enough. It may fall to you, depending on each as a group, to survive this new world." Shido allowing the anguish to rise in his voice.
Crossing his arm over his face shielding his eyes, adding a warbling tilt to his voice his father had perfected for those "emotional" speeches which he used to stir and move the crowd. Barest twitch of his lips momentarily turning it into a sneer at the thought of that man. One he completely masked as he lowered his arm again, eyes half slits as he turned them towards Kotari.
"Promise me you'll work together, protect each other. Like a family. I'm afraid each of us is all we can count on. That while the things outside may look like your teachers and friends, they most assuredly are not. For any doubts look at Kotari. Not even the slightest interest in Ms. Yuuki or Ms. Niki. Hardly like him, isn't it?"
Several of the girls who've had encountered with Kotari and his "wandering hands" shaking their heads, blushing. Waiting, wishing to draw out any protest or arguments, the teacher looked away from his ghoulified former pupil. Velvet voice dropping to the smoky hiss of burning embers.
"I think that's all the demonstration we have need for… Tsunoda?" He spoke causing the student's face to twist into a tight smile.
Releasing his hold on the undead corpse which made a confused, mewling sound stumbling under its new found freedom until a panicked Yamada grabbed on tighter. Nervous beads of sweat running down the young artist's face, tendons in his neck flaring as he squeezed holding Kotari in a vice.
"You can let go of him. He isn't going anywhere." Tsunoda said bringing up his bloody fists, loudly cracking his calloused knuckles.
"Are you crazy? He'll tear you to pieces, what do you think you're going to do!" Yamada shouted back.
In answer grabbing the back of the ghoul's head and shoulder, hair ripping out by the roots, Tsunoda pulled what had once been his friend from Yamada's grasp twisting him around slamming the thing's head into the wall. Pulling it back, chunks of its scalp pulling loose beneath his digging fingers, and doing it again. Driving all his force behind it, letting out an exilerating cry as he heard bone and cartilage break. Plaster shattering, falling down from the growing cratered hole as he pulled the flattened visage free once more. Black blood pooling running down a lifeless, mangled thing no longer recognizable. Broken, serrated teeth falling loose from a twitching, inward buckled jaw. The piston of his arm driving it forward as the thing made a gurgling noise ending with a crunch pressing into the wall. Holding it there, muscles in his arms bulging, before seams splits across it and the thing burst apart beneath his hand into a soggy mess. Leaving a deep, ichor stain down across the wall as the body sunk down it.
"Hammer time." Tsunoda giggled, shaking his hand clean as he stepped away from Kotari's body.
A beaming Shido nodding as he walked past him and Yamada joining the other students. Splashes of the slain creature's dark blood dripping from his hand leaving a trail as he did.
"Thank you, Tsunoda. Very effective." Shido praised." And girls? You can get dressed now if you like."
Voice once more that of a tender embrace tickling Miku's ear as she nodded, ever eager to help. Ignoring Toshimi's look of annoyance as she pushed the other girl away, sliding off the desk as she started to collect her uniform.
Misuzu appearing behind the former pulling her ripped school blouse back around her shoulders. Her stern expression melting seeing Toshimi's adorable one. The two reluctantly walking away towards Hirano. Less so with Toshimi, who eagerly returned the Otaku's blushing smile.
"The least she could have done is help, look at this she ruined it!" Misuzu complained coming around her friend vainly trying to fit the two ragged pieces of her blouse back together.
Shooting an icy glare which the Orangette didn't seem to notice, the top heavy cutie hovering in orbit around Shido like a dancing mote. Seeing her friend's reaction, Toshimi mood darkened.
"It's okay. I know you can fix it. I-I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" She asked timidly, the other girl's head posed in front of her breasts.
Misuzu struggling to crisscross a surviving button to one of the remaining slots. Poor thing creaking as the plastic button snagged, pulled tight across the two jostling, bra-clad breasts it contained. At her friend's comment, she tilted her face up to her.
"What? N-no, of course not. You should do what the teacher says, after all. Even it meant groping Miku's disgusting, fat cow tits." The brown haired girl assured her.
Much to her disappointment it didn't have the affect she might have wished on the blue-black haired girl. Pulling away from her as Toshimi hugged her own large breasts. Creamy flesh bubbling up from between her arms and the white fabric of her shirt.
"You think large breasts a-are disgusting?!" She said softly, in a pained expression which tugged at Misuzu's heart.
Instantly calling her back to that moment on the stairwell, about what she might have done in another heartbeat but for the fortunate whims of fate.
"N-No, just Miku's. Their too large for her. Make it look like she has balloons in her shirt. Someone with breasts like yours, now they'd be far more proportional." The brunette said quickly.
Relieved to see her friend's face brighten up. Toshimi puffing her chest out proudly. Much to the delight of the watching Hirano becoming even more red-faced.
"If you're going to stare, you could at least help." Misuzu snapped rather testily at him.
Much more than she intended too, really. Her words punctuated by the roar of a helicopter skimming above the school. Half a dozen more joining it passing over into the school's courtyard as pictures and books fall from the classroom's shelves. The entire class rushing to the rattling windows to catch sight of the sleek military transports. Continuing on towards their destination skimming over the city's skyline oblivious to the students' frantic motioning and shouting beating on the glass trying to signal them.
"Black Hawks? American military?" Miura asked as each of the transports shrank into the distance.
Stepping beside him at the window, Hirano shook his head. Normally amiable expression replaced with one more grim.
"No. Their Defense Force. I'm sure of it. You can tell by the markings." He said, his love of all things weapons quickly showing through." Heh…at least that's what I think."
He finished rather self-consciously unaccustomed to speaking out to his peers, preferring to hide in the background. Finding that more tolerable than the abuses he suffered whenever he reminded them of his presence. Surprised when the other boy's lips curled into a small smile as he nodded.
"I guess that's a relief in a way. Lost three Grand-Uncles as well as an Aunt the last time American forces were deployed in battle here. No hurry to lose any more." He said opening up to Hirano." Wonder what their up too though. Maybe to protect the Governor?"
"But they'll come back right?" Taniuchi asked timidly.
Her dark blue hair done up in pigtails, tears burning behind her glasses, she appears almost like a frail doll. Looking expectantly towards Hirano who closed his eyes shaking his head in what might have been the hardest thing he'd ever done. Other than perhaps decide if he should bid for the naked figurine of Lucy Heartfilla or Hinata's.
"We shouldn't get our hopes up. If this is as bad as it is in those Romero movies, who knows when or if anyone will be able to come looking for us." He said turning to face the window again.
Resting his hand against the glass as he looked outside at the carnage filling the school grounds. Hundreds of Them were about converging on the last few pitiable humans trapped by the school's fence meant to protect them. His stomach churning as he watched a girl be lifted up between two of the Ghouls. Her neck mercifully severed by one's rotted teeth before her waist snapped in two in a geyser of crimson.
"I keep thinking I'm going to wake up. All this it's like something out of anime." Misuzu said quietly appearing at his side.
Growing paler as she flinched, watching the carnage unfold. Gently squeezing Toshimi's hand she held, an arm draped protectively around her friend's shoulder. The two of them having sworn they'd be okay if they stuck together.
"Most anime I've seen is about cute schoolgirls and idiot, man-child heroes. Cute and colorful. This is Griffith and the Eclipse-level of badness out there." Hirano answered her." And I'm not counting on a Black Swordsman coming to save our lives."
Only to feel a heavy hand land on his shoulder as a deep voice chuckled, roughly turning him around to face the easily a head taller Tsunoda. Wincing as he felt the other man's fingers dig into his shoulder squeezing it with a fraction of his bone-crushing strength.
"You got to be kidding me. Is that all a fatass Otaku like you can talk about at a time like this. Some bullshit anime? Figures. And I actually thought you might be useful." The bleached-blonde boy said shoving him aside.
School desk scraping as it was pushed back beneath Hirano who for once gave small thanks to his more rounded, padded body design as Tsunoda draped an arm around either side of Misuzu and Toshimi. Both women looking appalled and revolted as they were pressed against him. Toshimi's school shirt coming undone again as he slide his palm up and around. Roughly bouncing her bra-clad breast about in his grasp.
"Yeah, you girls just need to stay close to me. I'll keep both you pretty things safe." He whispered ignoring Toshimi's embarrassed cry as he fondled her or Misuzu hand on his chest trying to push him off of them.
"What's wrong with you, we don't even know you-you bastard! Let go of Toshimi-aagh!" The brunette girl whimpered twisting her face away from Tsunoda's hot breath.
Dark, pink tongue sliding between his lips before running up along her neck circling around Misuzu's cheek. His hand sliding over the front of her much smaller chest.
"I'm just looking after you. Someone like you going to need a protector unless you want to end up a happy meal like the rest of those fucking los-gah!" Tsunoda cried out releasing Toshimi's tit as he slapped a hand to his own cheek.
Staring in disbelief at the smeared red on it, leaking from the sliver cut across his cheek. A quivering nail embedded into the splintering glass of the window. Teeth gritting, he turned violently around. A fist clenched, only to find to find himself staring down Hirano's homemade nailgun wedged against his face.
"Like it? Got the idea from that Mel Gibson movie." He said, the Otaku's face a hellish smile, finger tightening around the trigger." Does real good popping one of Them's head in. At this range I'd bet it go clean through yours. Not a lot in yours anyway."
Holding Tsunoda transfixed, afraid to move, as the two girls darted away from him towards Hirano. Misuzu grimacing slightly, slender hands balled into tight fists.
"That's two me and Toshimi owe you." She thought sourly, comforting Toshimi as they watched." Damn it, why couldn't he at least be better looking?"
Noticing the small bead of sweat running down Tsunoda's face, Hirano's smile deepened. Finger partially depressing the triggering button enjoying it being someone else for once who flinched in anticipation of the painful blow.
"Careful…don't want this to go off accidentally. Might need the bullets. But I never miss. Not once what I'm aiming for. And if I ever see you touch either woman again…"Hirano said pulling the weapon away and ramming the butt into the larger boy's groin.
Unintelligible groan escaping from him as he clutched covering himself as he fell forward onto his knees, face turning a pale shade of blue as his eyes rolled back in his skull. Much to the amazement of the rest of the watching class.
"Wow…" Miku murmured, eyes half-slits." What happened to fatass?"
"He took Tsunoda down like he was nothing." Miura said with similar awe.
"Hope he enjoys it while it lasts through. Tsunoda looks pissed." The stringy haired Kurokami said, voice serrated and cracked.
The sullen boy keeping to himself, hardly speaking, since they'd found refuge. He now smiled watching as Tsunoda rose back up. A hand still clutched protectively over his injured manhood. A fist raised behind him as he charged towards Hirano only to be restrained by Shido. Tsunado looking surprised as the teacher tightened his grip around the boy's wrist holding his arm in place.
"Now, now. This is exactly what I'm talking about. If we turn and fight amongst each other we're no better than animals. No better than the things outside." Shido's voice smooth and seductive.
Finally allowing his student to pull his arm away, rubbing at his wrist as the teacher smiled. At once charming with an irresistible intensity behind. Almost hypnotic drawing both feuding men in.
"Petty squabbling won't help us, oh no. And I know in my heart that both of you only want to help and protect our little group. Which is why it's so important to put away all of the old world's prejudices and vendetta's. Which have no place in this new world we find ourselves in." Shido clutching a hand to his chest." Of which I am the most to blame, I shamefully admit. Through intended in good humor, I realize many of my comments towards Mr. Hirano could be taken in poor taste. Even malicious. Uncalled for behavior from an esteemed educator such as me. I can only hope his heart is big enough to overlook such transgressions of mine as we struggle to survive…together."
Placing his face in his palm with an exaggerated sob, slowly ticking off the seconds to see if his ploy would work. Watching through the cracks of his fingers as the Otaku wavered then lowered his weapon sliding it onto the desk behind him. Like most willing, even eager, to prove how "good" of a person he was. Another trick Shido had picked up from his father. People would do the most heinous of acts if you could convinced them it was "just". Even forgive the unforgivable.
"Y-you really mean it…I had no idea. I mean, of course I can. Don't even think about it." Hirano gushed taking Shido's offered hand as the two shook.
"Excellent. I want each of you, my dear students, to pay attention to the example of our two friends here. Forgetting their smaller, individual prides for the greater goal of survival. One I hope each of you take to heart." Shido said indicating the two males with a sweep of his arm as he turned towards the class.
Letting them bask in their class adoration and respect cementing the truce between them before either had chance to break it. Knowing it would be better if they were treated, and thought of themselves, as a unit rather than two opposing individuals.
Misuzu, helping Toshimi with her blouse again, one of the few dissenting shooting daggers as the smiling Tsunoda. Her cheeks burning a very red shade. And then to a smiling Hirano, completely oblivious to the manipulation.
"Forget better looking." She thought of their erstwhile protector and ally." Why couldn't he be a touch smarter?"
Raising one polished black heel Commander Red stepped on top of his desk. Hs back arched, standing to his full height as he stared down the disfigured horrors breaking through his office door. Teeth clenched as he brandished his custom-built pistol, barrel smoking. His purple, red-eyed pet coiled hiding between his legs as it hissed at the mob advancing through. Sheer weight of numbers smashing through the reinforced door designed to stop anything short of a bomb. Further beyond the sea of grey-tinged bodies even more camped out in the bullet riddled outer hall feasting on his personal guards. Those that hadn't already joined the legions of the undead.
"You fools! I am your commander. Your leader and only acceptable father figure. I am the Red Ribbon Army! And I order you to obey me!" He shouted, spittle flying, at his former soldiers.
"Sir if it didn't work the first dozen times you tried…" Staff Officer Black said somewhat exasperated.
A towering, living black shadow orbiting the fiery, stunted ruler of the Red Ribbon Army, Black stood walking out in front of Red's desk. His normally fastidious attire rumpled and smeared with drying flakes of bloody smears and palm prints he still spoke with the slow ease and strength of ocean compared to his superior's bluster. Carefully keeping his tumultuous emotions in check within himself. Lifting a molded, compact firearm in one hand out of the opened cased on the commander's desk as he slipped the magazine of Teflon coated bullets in from behind it.
Raising the weapon towards the foremost Ghoul vaporizing its head in a burst of black pus and skull fragments with a twitch of the trigger. The headless thing pushed aside, trampled, by its brethren which barely seemed to notice.
Another taking the fallen's place it lunged throwing its body against Black's knocking the man back against the hard wood of the desk. Only a rising knee pinning, holding the creature at bay in front of him. Leaning around sweeping the gun across the rest of the things' ranks as he caught the Ghoul's wrist pulling it away from raking across his face and blinding him. The tiniest bit of pressure and years of training and practice causing him to snap it in his grasp like a dried twig throwing the flopping limb back at the snapping creature before careening the butt of his gun against the thing's skull. Bits of dead skin and hair clinging against the glossy black casing as the thing's head lolled and it staggered allowing itself to be pushed back.
Black scanning the barely legible name written across the breast of the man's tan uniform, briefly trying to link a human face and service record to it, before he pressed the scalding bore underneath the Ghoul's jaw. Making a perplexing, confused expression as its gray flesh was seared before a shell was fired upwards through its throat and mouth skewering its brain tearing off the top of the monstrosities head.
The rancid confetti hitting Black full in the face coating his dark, sweating skin and clothes with further splotches. Clenching his jaw shut trying to force the oily, nauseating taste from seeping any further past his lips. His already ringing ears suddenly subjected to further abuse by the crack of a pistol shot going off inches from his head.
Feeling the weight of a hand on his shoulder, the distorted bellow of his commanding officer piercing through the pounding bells, the stunted dwarf still standing on his desk from behind Black's back. His pistol trained on the fragmented face of a Ghoul who took another step, stumbled then fell slumping into the black man's arms who sluggishly shoved it aside. Clutching a hand against his injured ear, stinging from where flecks of still burning gunpowder had scalded him, as Red fired again. Shooting over Black's head as the taller man ducked rushing to the side of the office out of the line of fire. Each time he did accompanied by another of the horde's head bursting apart.
Whatever else could be said of the Commander, his skills with his sidearm were unparalleled. His temper on the other hand…
"Blast! I only asked you to execute a dozen deserters at the most, where in the blazes are all these things coming from!" Red shouted, face nearly the same shade as his hair, struggling to clear a brass cartridge jammed in the breech.
"That would be the infirmary, sir. It seems that every injured man eventually succumbs and resurrect as one of these creatures." Black shouted to be heard over the din still echoing in his own ears.
Having watched the blurry, static lined security footage of the rapidly decaying corpses rising from the gurneys and hospital beds to overwhelm the unprepared medical staff. Clearly some kind of contagion, Black had only offered silent prays of thanks to whatever charnel God who watched over battlefields that he and Red had been spared from it so far.
His mind keenly compiling every possible cause as well preventive action they could take same as he would with any logistical or organization problem. Chemical or biological agents which could somehow revive the dead or the appearance there of. Possibly even futuristic swarms of nanomachines manipulating the nerves and muscle tissues of the bodies like puppets. Red Ribbon had no shortage of enemies from rival mercenary groups to affronted governments with the necessary technology and motive to want to destroy the organization.
Even toyingly suspecting the laughably inept archeologist Desiree as a possible Trojan horse for one such group or agency. Relishing the opportunity his suspicions provided to send the buxom, upstart of a woman to be detained for interrogation in hopes of finding the culprit. That was of course if any of them lived through this day.
Even then he doubted any good would come from it or that the mercurial woman was truly connected to any of this. He'd just have to settle for rubbing that smirk off the smug lady's face.
His disorientation diminishing in, Black raised turning his weapon back towards the advancing Ghouls. Chewing their ranks apart as he careened against a samurai's armor knocking it from its pedestal along the wall. The goblin faced apparition of iron and leather disgorging, breaking apart as it fell to the floor. The wires and rods which filled out its frame snapping. The curved sword the figure had been displayed wielding, not a katana as Red erroneously insisted but rather one of the shorter Wakizashi types, slipping from between its gauntlet's fingers.
One which Black scooped up flipping the light, balanced weapon clumsily around in his inexperienced hand before sweeping it up catching a Ghoul's arm just below the elbow. Surprised despite the blade's obvious age and dubious upkeep as a trophy piece how effortlessly it cleaved through the flesh and bone. The midnight black steel emerging on the other side parting the limb apart. Its former owner twisting its stump up towards its face in a very human like gesture. The hand itself still clutching against Black's swelling bicep where it had grabbed hold of him.
A small note of surprise showing on the dark-skinned man's face as he smiled rolling out of the Ghoul's way. Standing back up chopping upwards at it slicing away the back of its skull as it continued to stare blankly at its ruined limb. The spongy mass of its brains spilling down over its neck from the hollowed out cavity it raised its head back up. Mouth hanging open in a slacked expression before it fell over.
"Never underestimate Japanese technology it seems." Black chuckled, the pain in his head fading.
Feeling flushed with an almost giddy excitement as the undead continued to pour into the room seemingly without end. A quivering in his fast beating heart hammering inside his chest, panting for breath, at rising to the challenge. Combat and battles largely detached markers on maps. His duties concerning himself with marco-level decisions of strategy and bureaucratic management a world away from the spilt blood and broken bodies. To suddenly be thrust into the thick of it depending on his wit and natural strength. It was electrifying.
"Damn it! Why couldn't you bastards fight this hard when you were alive!" Red complained pitching his jammed pistol in frustration.
Bouncing off of the chest of one of the undead. The creature pausing for a millisecond, face crinkling as it sniffed. Failing to sense prey, pushed from behind by its comrades, it resumed even as bullets fired by Black stitched across its face blowing apart its cheek and jaw. The gun clicking empty as it was twisted away by one of the dozens of grasping hands overwhelming him. Sword hacking apart the bodies pulling him down. Pulling him towards them. A pair of hands grabbing at the back of his neck as one lifted itself up. Black's blade embedded through its gut it tore itself loose between the Ghoul's legs. Intestines spooling outward dropping with the other ruptured sacks of organs from its emptying body.
Cold, gray eyes rolling back in its dead sockets. Teeth stained pink from its last meal slipping past its rotted gums as it stretched its mouth agape to rip Black's face off with an animalistic fury. Only to slam stopped a fraction of an inch in front of him its entire body tensing as if run through with current. Body bathed in a shimmering blue aura which danced and flickered just as it did around all the other Ghouls immobilizing them.
"Ooo…kay." Red, pausing from throwing his cigar case at the Ghouls, said in surprise.
His one eye widened slightly, protectively cradling his bio-engineered pet in his arm sheltering it from the reaching hands of the undead. Feeling the hairs of his body stand on end from whatever was affecting this.
"Any explanations for what the hell is going on, Staff Officer Black?" He asked rubbing his chin studying the frozen creatures.
Gingerly extending one finger as he softly poked one in the forehead to no result.
"Not just off hand, sir. Through I imagine we're about to find out." Black replied hearing a cavalcade of footsteps heading for the room.
A tide opening from the office's doorway through the frozen Ghouls. Heavily armored and armed soldiers rushing through the opening striking down and shooting what managed to escape the notice of the brutal demi-god of war they followed. Emerging in a thunderous display of carnage from admit the undead ranks. Glittering starlight trailing from each of his fanned-out hands glowing along the edge. The energy of his body amplified and focused to a narrow spectrum. Skin blackening and curling away where he chopped through the maze of motionless opponents, bone sizzled and cracking apart. Gusts of steam billowing out from the severed limbs spiraling around him only to buffeted and scattered by the thunderclap of expanding air pushed by his passing.
Darting from one Ghoul to the next only the barest flicker of his existence appearing before he'd already moved on. Movements graceful under laid with a rigid athleticism and a single-minded purposefulness bordering on obsession.
It was only after the last Ghoul fell and he finally ceased the afterimages fading away as he stood in place that Black could see the young, muscular man had more hands than the normal pair. An additional set curving outward from behind his shoulder blades of his naked torso. Rolling his bald head to the side with a loud snapping sound as he popped his neck, heaving his back out as the latter two arms withered and pulled back inside of him. Mass being redistributed through his anatomy.
His two human eyes contemptuously half closed as he surveyed his handiwork. A third staring unblinking from the man's forehead. Its gaze cold enough to freeze even the soul of a man like Black. And yet it was the expression of tedious boredom etched on the man's face which he found far more striking.
Red Ribbon soldiers emerging from behind him. Pausing as they stood at attention and saluted at Black and Red. Others moved through the office inspecting the myriad corpses carpeting the floor occasionally pausing to shoot a bullet through an intact looking skull.
"Impressive." Red said excitedly over the powerful triclopse.
Fumbling to climb down from his desk shoving aside the soldier who attempted to help as he walked towards him. Who slowly tilted his head down staring wordlessly at the supreme commander of the entire Army.
"What's wrong. Don't have a tongue or something, speak up soldier." Red snapped after an awkward pause." Do you have a name at least?"
"Shinhan. Tien Shinhan." A low, husky but distinctly feminine voice answered." One of Shen's assassins."
Colonel Silver making her entrance, a submachine gun held in the crook of one arm. Through how such a mercantile woman had been admitted into Red Ribbon let alone achieved some position of authority and respect, Black could only fathom. Likely involving some secluded space and Violet sliding a man's cock between her impressive bust.
Tits on full display bubbling up from between her unbuttoned vest without any sign of embarrassment or need for an under garment. The big, soft globes jiggling as she walked. Pink half circles of her areoles peeking out from behind the drab, rustling military fabric. Edges just running across the hard, pink buds of her nipples.
Even more spilling out as she reached putting an arm around a startled Tien pulling him against her. A bare breast sliding clear as it squished beneath his muscular arm against his side. Boob-flesh bulging outward as it pressed against him. Leaning in to kiss the darkening, blush covered cheek of the trained martial artist and assassin. The surrounding soldiers watching with jealous looks.
"And the hero who saved my sexy ass when these creeps bushwhacked me in the showers." Violet said letting an uncomfortable looking Tien go.
Looking almost frightened of the shorter woman and very clearly out of his depth. Black noticing just how young he really appeared. Barely out of his teens, if that.
"Hey, I helped too!" An excited voice shouted.
Patter of small feet heard as what looked like a wide-eyed Chinese doll entered from the outer hall where he'd employed his psychic powers. His skin a bleached, unnatural white which Black at first mistook for some kind of clownish makeup but realized was natural. Barely coming up to more than four foot tall even including the red ball atop of the tight fitting black cap he wore. His happy-go-lucky smile and youthful, child-like features adding to the dissidence of his appearance.
"Without my physic attack, they'd have been a lot harder to deal with. Right Tien?" The smaller martial artist asked hopefully causing the other to crack a smile.
"That's right, Chaiotzu." Tien said with a nod as Colonel Violet knelt beside the little figure.
Taking off his skullcap exposing the single, bald save for a single impossible long strand of coiled hair, to kiss the top of him.
"You were very brave. For a little guy." Violet said with an affectionate snicker.
Always having a soft spot in her always stony heart for animals and children. And she guessed Chaiotzu managed to qualify. Sort of. Smiling as his face turned a bright pink and he looked away from her.
"I guess the money we gave Shen was well-spent after all if he's capable of turning out warriors of your caliber." Red said purposefully clearing his throat to get everyone's attention.
Rather annoyed by being ignored by everyone, Officer Black included. He was the most important person in any room after all. Not to mention feeling conscious of his own height as he trained his head up to meet the towering Tien's.
"And I think you'll find we reward talent here. In no time you could be commanding your own legion, taking orders directly from me alone. What do you think of that?" Red asked him with a wolfish grin, fiddling with one of his gold rings on his stocky fingers.
"Master." Tien answered after a brief pause only to puncture the Commander's growing egoism with his next breath." Master Shen shouldn't be addressed without his title. As for your offer…it is my sensei's wish that I fulfil his contract with you. Your demise would make that difficult and bring possible shame to the Crane school. Which was an outcome I could not allow if possible."
Dismissing the pint-size dictator with an icy disdain as intense as it was foolish. Black's eye's widening in surprise as Red stammered, at a loss for words. Which Violet took advantage to snatch the conversation back towards her.
"Nonsense, Handsome. We just saved Big Boss from becoming zombie chow. I think that nets us all one nice, fat juicy reward. Preferably in cash. Maybe even enough for you to buy a sense of humor." Violent said standing close to the bare chested warrior again.
A hungry smile on her painted lips as she ran a finger tracing along the hard edges of his tanned, muscular chest. Down along a flat stomach and six pack a bodybuilder would envy. Finally hooking into the waistband of the lower half of his green gi.
"Just like that little rescue job of yours deserves something. I'm thinking my quarters, tonight for some "private training"?" She asked whispering in Tien's ear.
The latter's cheeks darkening again. A nervous bead of sweat appearing down his face.
"T-That's not really necessary…I was glad to come to the aid of a fellow warrior…I…" He stammered, obvious Violet wasn't in the mood to take "no" for an answer.
What with Silver out on some fangled errand for the Commander it had been too long since she'd had any fun at all.
"Colonel?!" Red snapped in annoyance at her." If I can tear you away from your middle-age hormones, we still have a situation here. No one can be allowed to hinder our operation, not when we're so close to my-I mean this organization's dreams!"
Violet flinching at his choice of words. She wasn't that old damn it! Hell she had skin like a baby's without a blemish or wrinkle. Unlike the prune-faced Red.
"And put on a decent uniform for God sakes." Red shouted at her speaking for no other male in the room." This is an army, not a brothel. I don't need my men's aim failing because of an attractive body."
"As you wish, Commander. I think I'm done here anyway." She said turning around and walking out the door.
Pausing in the doorway. Her tight-fitting brown shorts "accidently" sliding down on her hips revealing the hint of a red thong. Violet winking at the red-faced triclopes behind her as she leaned into the doorframe.
"That offer to "spar" is still open, Handsome. Anytime you'd like." She said before walking out of sight, those hips of hers swaying to an alluring beat.
And Tien finally let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Strange butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Slightly similar to how he felt right before a good match but different. Not so much bad but…unnerving. Like he never could quite anticipate her or her actions. Rubbing the cheek where she'd kissed him. The sensation, and sight, of the Colonel's bare breasts pressed into his skin permanently etched into his memory as every lesson instilled beneath Master Shen or Tao's tutelage.